Ver. Ye make me blush, ye pour your bounties, Gentlemen,
In such abundance.
Lis. I will shew thee presently
The order that the King keeps when he comes
To open view, that thou may'st tell thy neighbors
Over a shoulder of mutton, thou hast seen something,
Nay, thou shalt present the King for this time.
Ver. Nay, I pray Sir.
Lis. That thou maist know what State there does belong to it;
Stand there I say, and put on a sad countenance,
Mingled with height: be cover'd, and reserved;
Move like the Sun, by soft degrees, and glorious,
Into your order (Gentlemen) uncover'd,
The King appears; We'll sport with you a while, Sir,
I am sure you are merry with us all the year long (Tailor)
Move softer still, keep in that fencing leg; Monsieur,
Turn to no side.
Enter Franio out of breath.
Ter. What's this that appears to him?
Lis. 'Has a petition, and he looks most lamentably,
Mistake him, and we are made.
Fra. This is the King sure,
The glorious King, I know him by his gay clothes.
Lis. Now bear your self that you may say hereafter.
Fra. I have recover'd breath, I'll speak unto him presently,
May it please your gracious Majesty to consider
A poor mans case?